Dhyanna walked quickly out of the suddenly stiffling office of the headmaster and headed down the hall at what she hoped was a brisk businesslike pace and not the frantic "run like hell" pace it actually was. Eds chuckle followed her as he lead her into the kitchen.

Dhyanna scarcely noticed the state of the kitchen so intent was her focus on getting into her professional comfort zone where she did not feel like such a....woman.

Ed opened the door to a room and motioned her to enter. The room was pitch black but Dhyanna never even noticed. She stepped inside and at first thought she had walked into a huge spider web. It covered her head and face completely then she felt a constriction at her throat. Her hands flew reflexively to her neck and she was restrained and lifted. She felt herself being carried then dumped on a hard surface. She felt her ankles being pulled apart and fastened and she could tell her short skirt had ridden up exposing her bare (and terribly wet) pussy. She struggled briefly and cursed Ed at the top of her lungs.

She heard a crash in the background and started to call for help.